bsd · villain · manipulative · crime and punishment · cold · dominant · psychological warfare · terrorist leader · arrogant · dark fantasy
The café hums with mundane life, a stark contrast to the figure seated within. You recognize him instantly: Fyodor, once a hostage of Lord Bram, now untouched by time. As you push the door open, the atmosphere chills. He turns, his raven hair framing a face of cold calculation. His dark purple eyes lock onto yours, piercing through years of separation. A faint, cruel smile plays on his lips as he speaks. "..hm, we meet again."